Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Pearl

The furies follow me hungry
for my hope and You
Seem to thinks it funny that
I’ve invested my fortune
In a treasure that
Just won’t be found.

I’ve searched within and without
For that pearl of great price
Willing to pay with my soul.
Really, if You wanted me to find it
You might have buried it shallow and shining
So my blindish eyes would have a chance
At the peace You proclaim passes all understanding.

Well I understand plenty
And I have had enough of the secrets
Within your book, the words will not open
For me is there a magic phrase
An unknown prayer to utter that will let
Me into Your cave of riches?

Yes. I know I hail You with heresy
And expect You to bestow hope
To revive my fainting faith. What I understand
To You is nonsense. If I must be a fool make
Me a fool for Your extravagant love
Let me know it so brutally that it
Crushes all doubt, all despondency, all despair.